Trick Or Treat || Michael Myers X Reader

Chapter Twenty

The last few days i'd progressively forgotten why I was going to kill Laurie Strode.

Yes, she was Michael's sister.
But what was the point?

The person standing directly in front of me was the point.

He was my whole reason.

"Michael- oh my god!" I whisper yelled, the tears in my eyes rolling down my cheeks as I cupped my hands over my mouth, shaking my head in disbelief.

I knew it was him.
I knew those eyes.
I could recognize them in an instant.

My heart pounded against my chest and I raised my hands, gently setting my palms against his shoulders, the ones I had sliced with my knife.

"I-I'm so sorry I hurt you!... I-I didn't know!" I apologized frantically, only to lose control of myself and throw my arms around him, hugging him tightly as I began to sob. It had been so long since I had seen him.

I felt like he was my pool of youth.
He kept me young and alive.

I let out a sigh of relief, my breath shaking as I buried my face into his chest. "I missed you so much-" I murmured weakly, my thumbs gently stroking his back.

When he didn't respond, like usual, I tilted my head back to stare up at him. He was looking down at me, a neutral look on his face, but his eyes said so much to me.

Loomis always said all there was to see was pure evil.

But god- I saw so much more than that.

"Michael, it's her. Your sister. She's upstairs, I found her. I found her for you!" I smiled, raising one of my hands to wipe my tears away with a sniffle.

Michael paused, his body clearly tensing for a moment as he turned his head to look toward the stairs in the hallway.

"We can do it together." I commented.

"My wonderful god, we can kill her together." I repeated, moving my hands away from Michael so that I could press my hands together as of I were praying.

The tall male that I was so desperately in love with turned his head to look down at me once again, his brown eyes boring into my own.

"She still trusts me. I can distract her! You must have gone through a lot to get out of that dreadful sanitarium, it's the least I could do to make things easier on you." I continued, hoping Michael would be alright with me taking part in the murder that he would obviously be taking charge of.

I took a step back to let Michael think everything out, even though he probably already knew his choice.

I lowered my head and placed my hands by my sides, waiting for him to do something to determine how the night would end up playing out.

...

My heart skipped a beat, the feeling of Michael's firm hands grabbing our hand crafted mask gaining my attention.

He carefully pulled it over my face, hiding my looks from him.

He took a step back so he could examine how I looked, but whatever he thought of me was unclear, because even though he hadn't put his mask back on, the look on his face remained a blank slate.

"Does this mean-" I paused, bending over and picking up my knife, which was covered in a bit of Michael's blood.
"Does this mean I can help?" I asked him, a smile threatening to spread across my face from beneath my bunny mask.

Without answering, Michael slipped his white mask back over his head, hiding both our identities once more.

The tall male turned around and bent over to pick up his own knife.